Chapter 182

Alexander wasn’t thinking much for once. His mind had gone completely blank, like someone hit the pause button. All he could feel was the faint scent of her body wash lingering in the air, and it made him feel groggy and dazed. Ten minutes later, Alexander opened the bathroom door. He saw Vivian sitting on the couch, wrapped in a towel, hair already dry, tapping away on her phone. “I’ll help you dry your hair,” Vivian offered, immediately putting her phone aside when she saw him. Alexander strode over and gently grabbed her smooth wrist, his voice low and rough, “No need.” His hair was short—wouldn’t take long to dry on its own. And more than that, he couldn’t bear to let her wear herself out. “…Seriously?” Vivian blinked, a little surprised. Was he that impatient? Couldn’t even wait a few minutes for a quick blow dry. The next second, Alexander answered her question with actions. She barely had time to react before she found herself lifted off the ground—he had scooped her up in a pri